After being reborn as a man, the woman improved her family's fortunes through education.

After teasing Raymond Lam for a while, Jiang Xiaoqi got back to the main topic.

He carefully explained the tasks to Lin Feng, who had served as a commander and was known for his exceptional execution skills.

Over the years, Jiang Xiaoqi has completed every task assigned to him perfectly, including the establishment of an intelligence organization.

In fact, Jiang Xiaoqi didn't really want to extract any intelligence; what he really wanted was his own "online army" team.

In later generations, it goes without saying how important public opinion is; sometimes public opinion can determine right and wrong, and even life and death.

Don't assume that just because there was no internet in ancient times, people didn't understand public opinion. Using words as a weapon to kill is something our ancestors already knew how to do.

Lin Feng carefully remembered Jiang Xiaoqi's words and knew which aspect he should focus on if he were to recruit talent again.

Eloquent, with an average face, quick-witted and adaptable.

"That's basically it. The most important thing is to find out about Lu Zihan's matter first. Everything else can be put aside for now."

Over the past few years, you have recruited thousands of people. These people are hidden in plain sight, and the everyday life of ordinary people is their best disguise.

We don't need to train any professional spies; what we need are ordinary, unassuming "common people."

Lin Feng clasped his hands in a fist and replied, "Don't worry, young master, I understand."

"Alright, I've kept you occupied for so long. Let's go eat first! There's no rush to say everything. Aren't you leaving the day after tomorrow?"

After Lin Feng accepted the order and left, Jiang Xiaoqi watched his departing figure and murmured to herself, "Sigh, at least I made some preparations a few years ago..."

In this grand game of chess, who would willingly remain a mere pawn to be manipulated at will?

Inside the examination hall, candles were lit in many of the examination rooms, but the examination room for the Jiang family members remained completely dark.

It wasn't that a few people were reluctant to part with the candlelight, but rather that everyone was implementing Jiang Xiaoqi's points of attention:

Note 1: Do not drink unboiled water. Unboiled water must be boiled before drinking.

Note 2: Do not use candlelight. Try to write the exam paper using natural light when it is light. After the sun sets, dry the exam paper, put it into a bamboo tube, and then put it into an oilcloth bag and hang it up.

Note 3: Maintain regular eating habits and do not take the exam on an empty stomach. In the morning, eat simple sesame paste, lotus root starch, or oil tea noodles. For lunch and dinner, eat dry food with egg soup. Do not skimp on the charcoal fire.

Note 4: Sprinkle lime powder to remove moisture and sprinkle insect repellent powder to repel insects. In spring, when everything is reviving, the humidity increases. This method can prevent moisture and insects, and avoid insect damage, staining, and ruin of the exam papers.

Note 5: Be discreet while doing the questions...

There are more than a dozen points of attention, covering all possible ways to prevent unexpected events that may occur during the examination.

The main goal is to nip any potential problems in the bud. We don't even let them sprout; we just extinguish them and crush them.

It has to be said that although Jiang Xiaoqi is the seventh child in his family, he is actually the sixth child.

This entire operation, putting everything else aside, was incredibly prudent.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the examination room.

Most of the test takers, having spent the entire night studying, were in a similar state, rubbing their eyes in a daze, with dark circles under their eyes.

In just one night, the spirit and energy of these proud young men and scholars were almost completely worn away.

Under the instructions of the youngest son, none of the six brothers in the Jiang family stayed up all night. They were full of energy and began their new day's work in an orderly manner.

In comparison, the Jiang family members were in much better condition, if not the best.

At this moment, the invigilator patrolled outside the examination room of Landlord Jiang and was surprised to see a candidate in his sixties looking energetic.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that the elderly examinee's handwriting was neat, vigorous, and powerful, showing no weakness in his writing despite his age.

Unable to resist, I moved a little closer. The paper was neat and the content was substantial. Even knowing that someone was watching, there was no sign of panic, and the writing remained steady.

He had seen candidates who were over seventy years old before. Most of these candidates still came to take the imperial examination because they couldn't let go of their obsession with it.

Of those who can actually pass the exam at this age, only one in a thousand can.

After all, at this age, if one passes the imperial examination and becomes a tribute student or a Jinshi, it's good to be able to enter the Hanlin Academy, where one can revise books without having to travel and work hard.

At most, it's just writing dossiers and compiling history books.

But if he were to be transferred to a certain place as a county magistrate, he would be in for a lot of trouble.

Some county towns on the outskirts of Beijing are alright, being right under the emperor's nose and relatively close.

If they were sent to a remote county, the journey alone would take several months, and they might even lose their lives along the way.

Even if the journey is uneventful, once the magistrate arrives at his post, the sixty or seventy-year-old old magistrate will have a lot to do.

The starting point of taking up a post is the end point of one's life.

By this time, the invigilator had been standing there for a while, causing several candidates in nearby examination rooms to wipe their sweat.

Why would the proctor, who was the one who started it all, care about this?

The more he looked at the old candidate, the more he felt that he was quite talented. He was just curious why this person, with such talent, had wasted so much time to reach the provincial examination.

As the pen flew across the paper, Landlord Jiang felt that the people in front of him were blocking the sunlight, but he couldn't make a sound in the examination hall.

Forget it! Just bear with it!